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Chapter 340: When everything is pixelated (48)

"Miss Song, what do you think makes him worthy of so much love?"

"Because he is despicable, hypocritical, and filthy?"

"Just because he carried out someone else's entire life for his own selfish desires?"

A lonely howl

Wen Xingzhi never experienced any emotional turmoil in his entire life.

Even in the darkest alleyways, he huddled, his scars winding and spiraling.

He has no feelings.

This is a gift from God. He has no reason to live, however far-fetched it may be.

Is he dead?

He thought

Until the fragrant season of lavender arrives as scheduled.

He had a very, very long dream.

He was as pure and elegant as moonlight, as cool and beautiful as frost.

In his dream, there was a stunningly beautiful woman who lived forever.

She called him "Cloud".

Wen Xingzhi was alarmed

He was indulging, he was touching upon unattainable illusions.

The figure danced and tumbled in the waves of memory, twirling a gun in its hand.

It is fatally alluring and dazzling.

Just like the man in his dream, he was deeply captivated, intoxicated by her extraordinary talent and brilliance.

She smiled at him.

Her arched eyebrows were like the cool moonlight, captivating and enchanting.

But she always called out "clouds".

For the first time, Wen Xingzhi felt resentful.

He loathed it, he resented it, he was dissatisfied with it, so why wasn't it him?

It was just a dream, but Wen Xingzhi relied on it to eke out a living, living in constant fear.

He has someone he wants to pursue.

not a dream

一定不是

Wen Xingzhi is ill

Every night, he would eagerly bury himself in that suffocating alley, his eyes glazed, awaiting the arrival of his god. Gradually, this dream began to sour, and his love began to twist.

He could only touch her in his dreams; he dreamt again and again of their tender intimacy, and no matter how selfish and hypocritical the man called "Cloud" was, his god always smiled.

she says

"Yunji, you can lie to me about anything, but don't lie to me about the fact that you love me. Okay?"

why

What makes him so special?

Wen Xingzhi roared, fragmented whispers escaping his throat.

He lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.

What is the relationship?

Even in your dreams, you must submit to me.

The sheer cliff behind him is at his disposal; its shadows breed countless fruits of distorted truth. He will trample his faith under the weight of countless lights.

Wen Xingzhi suppressed himself, and one personality after another emerged.

They were either indifferent, arrogant, or aloof.

However, they also listened to Wen Xingzhi.

They began to wander the world, searching for the shadows of one loved one after another.

Song Keran's purity and optimism, You Jingxuan's gentleness and thoughtfulness, and Baiyin's passion

They all perfectly replicated his glimpse of divine light in the dream.

But that's not enough.

They are so insignificant.

Far from enough

And there was that captivating pride and nobility that fascinated him, that yearned deep within his very bones—a pride and nobility that sent shivers down his spine. Wen Xingzhi never saw that same quality in anyone else in the world again.

He went mad in the darkness and smiled faintly in the white light.

Until the darkness dissipates and the dawn breaks

That astonishingly bright beam of light

Her name is Song Zhishu.

The pride and nobility that perfectly matched his dream were breathtaking.

Wen Xingzhi smiled. He approached infinitely with his true self, and with the fleeting beauty of time, he easily gathered the burning love that had once made him weep and unable to touch.

It's time to begin.

Wen Xingzhi thought

Like a magnificent gardenia in full bloom

Not in that rotten, foul-smelling lavender field

In a sea of ​​pure white and romantic gardenias, he would personally offer his heart.

He will meet his God.